Thursday, March 7, 2013

34

I promise I did not fall off the face of the earth. I am still here, still preggo, still holding my breath and constantly anticipating the worst. HA NO I KID. Well Sort of.  About the anticipating the worst thing at least. The holding my breath thing, well I am guessing that just goes with the IF territory. 

I've had lots to write about but I’m always a little afraid of jinxing it. Like if I say too much, or let on that I am the least bit excited, the proverbial rug will be pulled out from under me. Every day I still wake up in shock that I am actually pregnant. Whats even more shocking is that I only have 6 weeks to go. WHAT THE WHAT???

In the time I’ve been ‘silent’, I’ve had three baby showers with another in the works, almost completed the nursery ( I say almost because well it’s done, but you just can’t see any of it for all the bazillion gifts we’ve received and have yet to ‘organize'),taken a breast feeding class and an all day birthing class.  Im only starting to get a WEE big antsy – aka scared to death this little bean will decide to make some grand early entrance into the world and GASP! God forbid everything little thing not be in its rightful place. HA  I guess this is that nesting instinct everyone talks about. Funny that same instinct does NOT ring true with the hubs. He is more than content to still work late, hit the gym, watch 200 episodes of Duck Dynasty instead of put together bouncy seats, pack and plays and decorate nursery walls. Oh, and I must mention that he has had to ask me four times this month where we registered even though he was there and fully participated every step of the way (read as: questioned every tiny thing we scanned and got on my nerves and made the process take twice as long as it needed to – ugh).  Its hard to be mad at him though because he has done a wonderful job pitching in around the house, helping with dinner and the dishes, etc.  Except yesterday when I mentioned my disdain with my already 30 lb weight gain and the next sentence out of his mouth was, “you want me to bring home a pizza for dinner?”  **SIGH** Men - can’t live without ‘em, can’t punch ‘em in the throat! 

At my 34 week appt. yesterday, they said the baby is head down so we are at least headed in the right direction (no pun intended : ) ). My platelet counts have been low so there is some worry that I may not be able to have an epidural. I’m trying to figure out which medical professional I can bribe to make that happen no matter what!!!!!  Because clearly, after all I’ve been thru, don’t I deserve a pain-free easy birth? I mean really? Who thinks that cruel joke would be funny?!?! During our birthing class, we learned there are other drugs they can give you as an alternative. None as wonderful as an epidural mind you but still options for those of us who are not looking to be a hero in any sense of the word. BUT guess whose allergic to about 90% of the list. THIS GIRL, that’s who.  Really?  REALLY? 

To make up for being away for so long, I’ll leave you with these two tidbits:

Nursery accent wall

and Big Mama..... : )



7 comments:

  1. You look GREAT! Not too much longer!!

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  2. Congrats! Your baby belly is beautiful! I have some news...I am 14 weeks pregnant myself...completely wonderfully unexepected suprise by mother nature!! Who knew that was even possible??? JOY!!! :)
    Best of luck with the last stretch, you are almost there! Thanks for all the support through the hard times!
    Shantih xoxo

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    1. OMGOSH!!!!!! I'm speechless. I can't believe it. I mean how? When? I need details. Please email me!!!!!! This is such wonderful amazing extraordinary news.

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    2. Send me your email dear so I can fill you in... :)

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  3. I freaking LOVE your nursery!! So dang cute!! You look perfect :)

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